Prologue

The first time I opened my eyes my mother died in front of me, or, at least that's what I was told, she couldn't withstand the burden of childbirth and died shortly after I came to be.

Ever since then I never saw her again for the rest of my life, I didn't become blind or anything, I simply closed my eyes to the world and it’s people. It seems like no one knew my father besides my mother and she had no known relatives too, so I was sent to an orphanage but the world is cruel to those who don't have parents.

I started working when I was twelve.

It was a small job of cleaning up a nice lady's garden, so I couldn't earn much money but it gave me determination for a better future for myself. At sixteen I was already working in a supermarket to earn my keep and pay for my small apartment.

Well, calling it an apartment was an overstatement, it was a moped down kitchen with a bed, a toilet and a shower in one room no bigger than a low end office.

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Despite this, my life was better than most, I could be homeless and have to beg around for food or money.

A few years later I was still working in low end jobs and becoming increasingly depressed. I had risen so much from being a penniless kid. Why couldn't I rise more? What separated me from those who had more money then they could spend?

It was clear as day… I was parentless, an orphan with no family, no lover, or friend, a loner in this world.

Then out of the blue I met someone. She was someone I worked with at the supermarket when I was 16. I can't recall her name or my own even. What I do know, was that after meeting again on my way to work on a bridge I passed through every day, we started talking and texting and for the first time I started feeling a connection with someone else.

But fear made me unwilling to open my eyes to her and yet she still talked to me and comforted me. It was my first friendship and the only one I ever had.

But as always life wouldn't let me be happy and I got ill… An incurable disease they said, most likely due to the rundown apartment I lived in years ago.

And with only one regret I departed from this world, leaving behind no evidence of my own existence just like so many others.